All's fair in love and rockets.

This dream seemed to have no beginning and no real end. It was like showing up in the middle of a movie where you were one of the central characters.

Immediately it was clear to me that some political faction had taken over the city. In the process of cleansing it of its inhabitants they had left it in a rubble. A small group of us were moving through the city using burned out buildings as cover from the barrage of rockets and motors that exploded around us. My problem was that I had no idea where our enemies were but I just followed along with everyone else. I was confused but no one would give me any information. As I moved along to the front lines I realized who our leader was, Tracy Morgan. Any hope I had of surviving this was dead. Just as this thought entered my mind a rocket was launched from a nearby window blowing Tracy up in slow motion. I wiped the guts from eyes and took over as leader the group...

Charlotte and I ride a bike.

I probably won't have time to sketch out each dream but last night's deserved a visual simply because it was so funny. I can't recall many details from the dream except that I was stuck at Liberty Bell Bike Shop (my cousin used to own it) on Frankford Avenue due to a torrential downpour. At some point I decided that I couldn't wait any longer so I hopped on my bike to ride home. Midway through the ride I realized that my dog Charlotte was hitching a ride and holding onto my waist like only a human passenger would on a motorcycle. It really made me laugh. As I drove down Frankford Avenue the traffic worsened and became eight lanes wide with cars everywhere, much like you would see on a crowded street in Rome. Charlotte and I drove in between the cars toward the front but it was making everyone very mad. They started honking and yelling insults at us. I woke up after that.